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"Ha, what a mighty and peerless Holy Lord of Lingxiao!"

When Mo Ruoyan heard this, his face changed immediately, his brows frowned, and his face was full of coldness.

Unexpectedly, someone would dare to speak to him, the Holy Lord of Lingxiao, like this.

The sound seemed to come from behind him.

"Who is it!" Mo Ruoyan shouted coldly and then turned around.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ruoyan saw a young figure and the face that he wanted to tear apart.

"It's you!" Mo Ruoyan exclaimed fiercely!

No wonder the sound sounded so familiar that it made him so unhappy.

But the next moment, Mo Ruoyan's majestic and peerless face immediately changed drastically, his eyes wide open, as if he was a ghost!

He Mo Ruoyan saw that the boy was carrying an extremely embarrassed, old, broken and scarred body on his right hand. Although this body became like this, Mo Ruoyan still recognized at a glance that this was the ancestor of their Lingxiao Holy Land, Yuan Yao!

In addition to this Lingxiao Ancestor, his left hand was holding the strongest artifact of their Lingxiao Holy Land, the Lingxiao God Tower!

"How is it possible! How is it possible! How is this possible!" Mo Ruoyan exclaimed directly.

Yuan Yao, the ancestor of Lingxiao, is the strongest existence in their Lingxiao Holy Land, one of the five most powerful people in their small world. How could he become like this? He was even carried in his hands by this kid.

What a humiliation this is! It is not only humiliating them, but also humiliating his Lingxiao Holy Land!

At this moment, Mo Ruoyan could not accept everything he saw in front of him, and felt that the whole world had become extremely unreal, and even doubted whether he was dreaming at this moment!

"It must be dreaming! It must be!" Mo Ruoyan forced himself, his head shaking from side to side unconsciously, trying to wake him up from the nightmare.

"Oh, poor Holy Lord Lingxiao, poor Mo Ruoyan!"

In the distance, someone looked at Mo Ruoyan who had just appeared and sighed.

"This is Mo Ruoyan. Judging from his appearance, he must have just seen this earth-shaking scene."

"I don't know if this Mo Ruoyan will be crazy..."

...

"Ruoyan!" At this time, Miyin shouted in a deep voice at Mo Ruoyan in front of him, and then spoke, saying:

"Ruoyan, we are defeated, our Lingxiao Holy Land is over!"

When he said this, Miyin's tone was full of sadness.

Although it was just a few words, it was like a heavy hammer to Mo Ruoyan, hitting his heart hard.

The chest, which was already a little painful, became even more painful in an instant.

Mo Ruoyan reached out to cover his painful chest, then turned around and said to the Supreme Elder Misty Yin:

"Demon Seal, what are you talking nonsense! My Spirit Sky Holy Land will last forever, how can it be over? If you are witching the public, be careful of the Holy Law's ruling!"

The voice of angry words echoed, and the sound was filled with endless sorrow.

"Hey!" Mi Yin sighed again, not saying anything anymore. By now, nothing is meaningless.

And he knew that Mo Ruoyan had already understood the current situation, but he... wasn't willing to accept it.

As the Lord of Lingxiao, he carries the mission passed down from generation to generation after generation after generation after generation of the Lingxiao Holy Land. Moreover, Deyin knows that Mo Ruoyan has always had a huge ambition.

He once told himself that he wanted to make the Spirit Sky Holy Land become unprecedentedly powerful in his generation.

Nothing better than words. If he wants to spread throughout the ages and become a peerless saint master of the Lingxiao Holy Land, he is just like the founder Lingxiao!

But now, he is more than speaking than to become the last holy lord, the holy land of Lingxiao, but he is going to perish under his leadership.

This is too different from his ambitions and ambitions.

If he is not spoken, the last holy lord will become the laughing stock of the people in the world after dinner!

"Ah! No!" Suddenly, Mo Ruoyan roared with great sorrow and shouted loudly:

"God, why do you treat me like this! Why do you treat me like this? Mo Ruoyan! Are you kidding me Mo Ruoyan!"

At this moment, Mo Ruoyan looked a little crazy.

"Hmph!" Looking at the Spirit Xiao Holy Lord in front of him, Shi Feng snorted disdainfully and said, "It's not that God treats you like this, but that I treat you like this!"

"You!" Hearing Shi Feng's words coming from behind again, Mo Ruoyan turned around again and glared at him viciously!

"Those who want to destroy my Lingxiao Holy Land must be killed!" When Mo Ruoyan spoke the last three words, he paused, and at this moment, a peerless aura suddenly rose on Mo Ruoyan's body.

At this moment, the momentum was unprecedentedly powerful!

Mo Ruoyan, the severe injury had not yet healed, and such a momentum broke out. Even the Supreme Elder's Destroyed Seal changed drastically with his old face. He was shocked and said in a shock:

"Ruoyan! Under extreme stimulation, he actually stimulated the potential of martial arts and became stronger! The feeling this momentum gave me faintly, as if it was not far from the third heaven!"

At this moment, Mo Ruoyan's face returned to his former mighty and peerlessness. His hands immediately formed an extremely mysterious handprint. Then, the handprints continued to fly, and blue afterimages continued to flow.

Immediately afterwards, a huge blue phantom suddenly rose on Mo Ruoyan's body, like a green giant, overlooking the world, and it was like a blue god descending, with divine power covering the entire world.

"Summon the Lingxiao God! Summon the ancient gods of my Lingxiao Holy Land!"

Seeing the huge phantom, the Destroyed Seal exclaimed again.

Lingxiao God Called, one of the forty-nine unique skills of Lingxiao Holy Land.

According to legend, this Lingxiao God Call has been lost in the Lingxiao Holy Land for endless years.

In fact, it is not lost, but for countless years, no one can successfully understand its magical skills, which makes outsiders think that it has been lost.

But I didn't expect that Mo Ruoyan today actually used his magical skills.

"Seeing the Spirit Xiao God!"

"Seeing the Spirit Xiao God!"

"Seeing the Spirit Xiao God!"

"Holy Lord!"

...

Not only Wu Ruoyan, but even the warriors in the Spirit Sky Holy Land changed drastically, with shock, joy, and hope. Then hope arose in their hearts.

"I didn't expect that the Holy Lord actually practiced this magical skill and lost the Lingxiao divine call that has been passed down for endless years!"

"That's great, so good! Holy Lord!"

"Maybe God, I can't bear to destroy our Lingxiao Holy Land!"

...

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feng felt that the Lingxiao God Tower, which was grabbed in his left hand, suddenly trembled violently, as if it was strongly summoned by some mysterious force.

There was an extremely mysterious mark in the Lingxiao Divine Tower. Shi Feng tried to break it before, but he could not destroy it at all.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!